This page features some poetry and thoughts from our collective of poets & writers. Please check out our event page under the link section to keep up to date on what we are up to as well! Disclaimer: Some blogs contain adult language and themes.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

so, i am serious about this erotic poetry collection. and, i would like to edit the final chapter, as a sort of collaborative collection. anyway, i am including a little sample, so the spokenviews and poetry universe doesn't think i am blowing smoke up skirts. check it:

Thursday, March 25, 2010

the sleeping baby never weepseven with the wind howlinghis serenity is quite deepwrapped up in his warm blankiesas i inch in to take a peekhis sweet face is dreamingi will let him bein his momentary serenity

Pour the hope in my soul.fill it up with the gold of the earthand when i break free of the ropes that hold me downi will emerge from the depths of the oceans and fly through the endless galaxyhoping that you will be right beside me

Monday, March 22, 2010

...So, as it were lying on top of a symmetrically sound system of mission statements, we missed the latest disrespectful taste test, conducted by the fuck heads who seem to be loveless....so, now that we've identified an enemy, we can rectify the symmetry with our own tantalizing taste bud stimulating tea party....except tea tastes like shit to me. I foolishly prefer highly caffinated coffee. But, you know what I'm sayin.'

...I'm sayin' Kiss my nuts, you punk motherfuckers, chuckin' a bunk over-stuffed muffin' full of nothin' worth mentioning, but hurled strong enough to wreck our scene. Mess with me and my crew again, and we'll bless the breeze with our energy. We got some shit up our sleeves that y'all can't even see, and come summer, we'll be up in your shit with our pleasantries.

See, you all fuckin' pissed me off. So I'm gonna come at you with eloquence and grace and a fat load of nut for your face.

...k, maybe not the skeet, but we'll take to the streets. You will experience defeat. We will spit freshness through our teeth. We kick knowledge to beats, and empower the weak. We created a scene and our leaders shine clean.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

we spoke our views and included the few that wanted to be clued in as to who was holding our voice for randsom. they want more cash for our talents to pass their cirriculum cooperation compression disorder. they want more of us to hush and walk past and nulify our rights to speach, freely. freely we stood to take a stand and still sequester these jesters to ground themselves straightfaced with a point in case beyond the calculated value of our souls in their pocket books. now they think us weak, but we be strong. so strong we took 2 hours to make a song. people sang in poetry and breaths we've taken as souls were shaken about the doubts of freedom in our city. should we run and hide away our emotions at the bottom of bottles incandescent in essence to present a lack of presence. should we forgoe that which is supposed to be innate and negate the correlation between body and soul...soul to mind...to mine these fields of chil'en seeded in deep within the community of pundits who spun shit so fast their eyes became glass...cause they work with the sand man and he helps them sleep at night and they connect the irrigation tunnels to funnel monetary values higher than family values and community. they capitalize on the grants and take percentages of scantily clad fads that flaunt too often around the sound and so conscious. obnoxious noxious gases cascading contiuously, corroding the caverns we've carved out of these desolate times. they want no voice to be heard and we...we just want...to be.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

You’ve been dressed well tonight,little shell that sold herself to see the light-See how the light has left your eyesBlank face, and your jaw keeps moving,Your mouth streams fallacies and your eyes lie fallow,the organic matter of truthbecame the fallow fields of ignorant dreamsUnceasing movement from which your subconscious streams,That began rotting early in your youth.

You see, they’d rather dress you well,Cover the patches of dirt with what they want you to be,Tuck flaws under tight jeans,Insert credit cards where there might have been meaning,Then admit that what they are takingis more destructive then what they are replacing.

Still, her corpse was half price, and you dressed her up nice,Took her out for the night, and danced with mannequin handsUntil the patches of dirt under her skin began to hurt,And she is layed in fallow lands, the fields of failures and dreamerswho could no longer refrain from haunting the empty eyes,And return to the land where thoughts have been banned,Collected, canned, and kept in whorehousesfor the next narrowly escaped apocalypse.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Monday, March 1, 2010

remember the moments when the rocky mountains drifted by us supposin' we would never meet again. across grey skies and night rides watching the moonlight dance along ridges and state line signs. showing us the wonders of the dark. we watched in amazement fighting the sleep that bated our bodies against cold glass with cheeks pressed snugly. the starlights guiding our imaginations longitude and lattitude, stretching our thoughts into the spaces lost in the shadows forshadowing the proceeding moments in succession. the process of life unfolding with a beautiful pace against these skies that turn blue under black with white and yellow spots pokadotting the rhythms of the universe. yet another turn for the search from worse to ok to better to best to blank mindedness settling on the sun dripped sounds of the evenning skies loosing themselves to the pitch black bound to fade into the nautical. somethings sings to me in these moments of memories amounting to the sublime remembering a bus ride.

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Who We Are

Spoken Views was created by Iain "Emic" Watson & Tony "Talik" Walker in late 2006. The vision was to create & support an alternative scene of spoken word poets, freestylers, writers, artists & musicians in effort to bring awareness & diversity to Reno's forever growing cultural community. After promoting several spoken word events at Se7en & Beach Hut Deli, the need for these events soon grew. Spoken Views responded by hosting monthly poetry and music nights @ various locations. Poets and writers range in age, skill, and background & audiences are always diverse and supportive. These nights have grown into one of Reno’s most dynamic and consistent poetry events and was voted best poetry open mic 2010 in the Reno News and Review.

Spoken Views has formed a growing collective of about 13 poets who perform at various venues and events both as solo artists and together as a team.